INT. GRAN TORINO—DAY

Marcus is holding the wheel with a beer in his hand.  You see him in profile the sunlight just right through the windshield to create a glow about him as you see him the way the girl sees him.  Then you see her.  She has one leg crossed under her and the other with her foot up near the dash and the window cracked open.  She has some lip balm open in her lap.  The visor is down on her side and she’s using the mirror to apply the balm to her lips.  They could be anyone driving together.  They could be anyone looking for America.

MARCUS

Where is the someone you know?

THE GIRL

          Just up here on the corner…  I know the corner.

MARCUS

Yeah it’s always a corner, but always something bigger than that too… It’s bigger than that, but it makes you feel small wondering about it—where someone you know is right now…  I mean what business is yours? Ours?  You meet someone a stranger that knows your neighbor.  You have a friend that knows this place.  Does that mean they know you?  We’ve gotten clever.  The more data we can compact into the least amount of words and letters and numbers we call intelligence because we’re using less storage seeing how it’s all connected.  Maybe because we think we can hold more that way—more information…

THE GIRL

I think it’s three down to the right from here…  I don’t know anybody that doesn’t know me.  It’s like with anything.  Doesn’t matter if it’s you, me or a dog.  You do it for them they won’t do it for themselves.  It’s the same with what you know about people.  It’s all in your eyes.  What you know is behind them…

MARCUS

Yeah but does someone know you that you don’t know?  Are you a story?  Like where we got this fountain soda and where we’re going now. That gas station.  Maybe the same people come in each day.  The attendant knows their stories.  And just because we came in only today doesn’t mean they don’t know ours.  Maybe there was someone before us.  Someone after.  That knew us while we’re all standing in line.  The connection family or a friend because when you know somebody you always know somebody else. But now they know what we’ve bought just like we can know what they buy.  And maybe even the reasons why…

THE GIRL

Do you really pay that much attention?  Does anyone pay that much attention?

MARCUS

Maybe it’s a short attention span, but it’s attention…  In the eye contact—like you said—that moment and all that’s behind it.  The small talk.  In the little things.  Like having your money ready.  Your items turned so it’s easy for their barcode scanner.  And that question—debit or credit…  It’s like that story we all tell.  And maybe it’s a story too big for all of us.  We tell where we were at when another story happened—a story we all know a story we’ve all heard about.  Just like New Orleans is in the news now…  And I’ve never been there…  Is it this right?  Do you have the money ready?

THE GIRL

          No that’s not the corner.  It must be the next one.

MARCUS

          Guess there ain’t no sign on the door.

THE GIRL

          No… nothin’ that says: Pot in the Box…

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